It wasn't himself Magnus needed to be concerned with. All it took was one bite for the tide to turn. The mess on the West Coast had proved that well enough.
"Well," Pietro began, letting his gaze drift out the window so he didn't quite have to meet his father's gaze all that time, "I'm sure it hasn't slipped your notice that the world is...ending. And a good percentage of that world is mutants. I thought perhaps you might have some stake in protecting that."